Blacksmith Hill and Workshop

*But seleevan Had lied to San. He wasnt gonna do Governmental work. He was flying down to his personal worshop, where the statue hidden by silk stood, and heated up the forge, and started the hammering and the modding of a Commando Blasterpistol. It took a while, but he was ready with it...It was nicely modded with some phyrk alloy, and as he had mesured her hands, it whould be good in them... if not, he whould change it again.*

http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/DC-15s_side_arm_blaster

*he was done, he took the gun, and flew off.*

*Jarek the vor was stadning around at the loading bay at Blacksmith Hill, smokeing, he was just on a break.*

*Lady San flew her Speeder to the loading bay, and settled it a short distance away. She walked to the loading Bay, where Jarek was having a smoke.*

=San=
This is entry to the Workshop?

*San gestured to several doors. Giving him time to appraise teh situation.*

=Jarek=
This is the employees entrance and the loading dock, Madam.

*Jarek put out his cigar, idly watching her.*

=San=
What shipments are due today?

*San watched a huge hover-lorry back up to the loading dock, hissing as its brakes engaged.*

*He looked at her, a bit like... what you lookin at? And he answered after a while, a bit resisting to being nice.*

"May I ask what budiness is it of yours Off worlder?"

*San had a wallet on her belt, she deftly opened it and pulled out a credit chip card.*

=San=
There's 1000 credits on this card, can you tell me where I can find a seller of contraband blasters. I am much interested in obtaining a shipment.

*San offered him the credit chip, in a manner that the security cameras would pick up on it.*

*He looked at her as if she was a lepper or something.*

"You a cop or something? Bugger off lady... I have no Idea what you are talking about."

*San cleared her throat, she pulled her hood back a little and her eyes lit green a moment. She opened her cloak to reveal a lght saber.*

=San=
I am no cop, I am a Sith. And a very influential one. Now can you help me, it will be very beneficial. I can supply freighters if needed.

*They stayed in the shadows, away from prying eyes and ears.*

*There is only one big clip in every ones life... and lot of money meant lot of funds to support the Liberation of the vors...*

"Meet me behind that Lorry over there, in five minutes."

*He shispered, and then spoke aloud.*

"Let me be woman! You are straining my patience with your lies.. thake that plastic toy away, and bugger off!"

*San pulls her hood over her face and storms back to her speeder, opens a small compartment on the speeder and removes a black case, hides it in her cloak.*

*San whistles a tune to herself, and after five minutes returns to the Lorry, where Jarek is hidden.*

<<Don't make a sound>>

*San alerts him to her presence.*

*He walks out form a dark space berween 2 lorrys.*

"So, Sith lady, what is it you whant?"

*San opens her cloak and takes out a velvet bag, she opens it a little and a light from her fingertips reveals diamonds, she quickly hides the diamonds within her cloak.*

=San=
I need 10,000 short range blasters. Can you comply? I'll have the first payment delivered when I see the first shipment.

*Sans' other hand held her lightsaber, not light, but could be in an instant.*

*He Feels his chin with his right hand... deeply thinking.*

"Why didnt you just go to the house of Khar Business center?"

*San moved further into the darkness*

=San=
I need these for an unofficial reason, untraceble. Too many paper trails with the House of Khar.

*San drags her words out, Sith were known for shady business deals.*

*He nods, and signals ot go on as he asks.*

"Where is the drop off location?

*San inhaled, not wanting to say more than needed.*

=San=
Can you obtain the goods? The location will be revealed. Rest assured, it is a secured place, you will not be in danger.

"Million credits now, and million at delivery, can you manage?"

*San does a quick scan of his mind, his intentions, he had fallen for it. She takes the pouch out with the diamonds in them.*

=San=
These are valued a million and more, prime specimens. Take them. When delivery is ready send me a comlink message, the code is on a paper in the pouch. Code name 'Halo Rain.'

*Jarek stuff the diamands in a pocket and nods to the Sith Lady.*

=San=
To much future dealings with you.

*San pulls her hood further down her forehead, turns and walks to her speeder, mounts it, and it seems to disappear as soon as she presses the throttle.*

*A small hologram crackles to life and the image of Lord Mortale is seen*

:: Seleeven Khar, I have a request to make of you. I am in need of modifications to my personal blaster...I believe you know of what modifications I speak...I will pay you richly if you do this for me. Please feel free to use these schematics to build upon. ::

*Schematics pop up in place of Moratle*

*Seleevan awakens, and sees the messege.*

:: Brother Mortale. Good to hear from you, and yes... I shall make this for you. should take some days, but I shall be able to create it.

No Payment in money will be needed... as you are a Brother of the Eye... the Eye are brothers of the house. Send me the Gun. seleevan out. ::